I gaze into the night sky.

My ambition draws near,

a yearning for immense intimacy towards the stars.

Yet my eyes lie to me.

“Yes they are far off , but I have the means”

I crave the closeness from the stars yet the gulf says” you do not have enough breath to cross me.”

Thus far, I have one choice left is to wait for subtlety in the glimmer of light, and to hope that the lights will guide me home.